Transmigration: I Have Storage Space in the Apocalypse novel Chapter 793

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Chapter 793: Chapter 789: Extra Story | Fan Hongshan 08

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Fan Hongshan was just a bit tired from the train ride, oversleeping a little, but why, as soon as she walked out of the living room, did she actually see Zhou Yilang?

Moreover, seeing a rare smile on Zhou Yilang’s indifferent face, her eyebrows knitted tightly—this was the first time she inwardly despised her older brother for being such a blabbermouth!

With one look at Zhou Yilang’s expression, she was certain that her brother had already told Zhou Yilang about her pregnancy!

"Hong Shan, you’re awake, come over here~" Fan Jiefang beckoned, then said to his smiling brother-in-law:

"Yilang, don’t mind it. Hong Shan was terribly sick when she got off the train yesterday, she was vomiting bile, it spooked me quite a bit. Just pregnant, her body’s a bit weaker, it’s normal for her to be a bit sleepy."

"Uh-huh." Zhou Yilang responded absentmindedly with a brief acknowledgment, his eyes, however, were fixed on his wife, who clearly didn’t look well.

Fan Jiefang considered himself an ’experienced’ man, and seeing that his brother-in-law’s eyes were only for his little sister, he instructed his wife to take the children downstairs for a walk.

And his mother had been clamoring to go back to the ancestral home early in the morning to offer incense to his deceased father. Therefore, before Zhou Yilang could arrive, his mother had already been sent back to the ancestral home by him.

It was on his way back home that he happened to run into his brother-in-law, rushing over. Upon hearing that his sister was at his place, the brother-in-law let out a relieved expression, rare for him.

This encouraged Fan Jiefang even more, and without hesitation, he shared the news of his little sister’s pregnancy with him.

In his opinion, no matter what Hong Shan had planned before, now that she was pregnant, Zhou Yilang deserved to know.

As for what decision they would make in the end, Fan Jiefang could only suppress his worries and, with a show of loyalty, closed the door behind him, leaving some private space for the couple.

"What are you doing here?" Fan Hongshan certainly didn’t think that Zhou Yilang didn’t receive her letter.

Fan Hongshan didn’t dare meet Zhou Yilang’s gaze and, ostensibly occupied with pouring water, took the seat farthest from him and softly asked.

"If I didn’t come, were you planning on raising the child by yourself?" Zhou Yilang, pushing up his glasses on the bridge of his nose, stared at the pale woman and asked in a deep voice.

"..." He really is a blabbermouth! Fan Hongshan internally fumed at her brother’s loose lips, but her brother didn’t know that she and Zhou Yilang were negotiating a divorce.

Blaming her brother felt wrong; he was innocent in this, after all.

And indeed, Fan Hongshan’s heart was wounded. Thus, when she heard Zhou Yilang questioning her with such a steady voice, she retorted like a lit fuse:

"Mr., you’re overthinking it, I even plan to find a good man to remarry. And the doctor has already said, I’ve had too many injections before, um, it’s best not to keep it," said Fan Hongshan, turning her head away and speaking with a cold indifference.

To cut off any ties between them, she had to speak as bitterly and coldly as possible, to leave no connection between them ever again!

Zhou Yilang stared at the woman’s reddening eyes, his brows furrowing deeply into a pronounced ’chuan’ character. For a moment, the air between them was as if strangled.

Fan Hongshan felt uneasy under Zhou Yilang’s scrutiny, slightly shifting her position; her small hand protectively covered her abdomen, as if by doing so she could shield herself from his persistent gaze.